Today was the day, and I was already behind.

Your "I can't believe I fell for that April Fools joke AND it's only Wednesday" poetry fix.

We didn't make the
play-offs. Indeed, April is
the cruelest month.

Like two tough talking goalies, really going at it upstairs.

Your weekly, "is it really only wednesday" poetry fix.

There's something about
swatting your goalie's shin pads
postwarm-up — luck thuds.

Don't me what the poets are doing.

Your weekly hump-day poetry fix.

This next line rocks you:
Nikolai Khabibulin.
That last line rocked you.

Hockey Haiku.

A friend of mine found this hilarious book at Chapters the other day. It's a collection of haikus about hockey. Here's one for your poetic side.

Hockey banning fights?
Who came up with this winner?
Let's cudgel his brains.